Seduced the Obsessive NPC and Ran - Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Song Zhengjun’s face darkened with frustration.

“No need,” he said, his voice raspy. “I’m not going to see a doctor.”

“It’s not good to hide your illness from the doctor.” Yan Jinge squeezed Song Zhengjun’s fingers back, his eyes filled with worry. “I’ll go with you.” As he spoke, Yan Jinge suddenly felt as if this scene was somewhat familiar.

…Especially the part about placing a psychiatrist in front of Song Zhengjun.

But he usually knew his boundaries in social interactions; why would he recommend a psychiatrist to someone else?

Yan Jinge was utterly perplexed.

Opposite him, Song Zhengjun remained speechless for a long while, suddenly feeling like he had shot himself in the foot.

All of his obsessions were actually centered on Yan Jinge. As long as Yan Jinge stayed by his side for good, he could suppress all the unease, emptiness, violence, and darkness in his heart.

But saying that would sound melodramatic and chuunibyou. Besides, Yan Jinge had lost his past memories and wouldn’t know… he wouldn’t know what Song Zhengjun had gone through after he left.

Song Zhengjun’s heart began to ache with a sharp, pulling sensation.

With a dejected expression, he whispered again, “No need. I know my limits. I don’t need to see a doctor.”

In the dim, narrow alley, the noisy sounds from outside seemed to be sealed off at the entrance. It was so quiet that Song Zhengjun’s breathing was audible, and even the golden lights from the shops on either side only managed to penetrate a tiny bit.

Yan Jinge looked at Song Zhengjun, who had his eyes lowered and was lost in thought. Suddenly, he leaned in and gave Song Zhengjun a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.

The warm sensation made Song Zhengjun instinctively look up.

The two were extremely close-so close that even though they weren’t touching, they could easily perceive each other’s body temperature.

“If you don’t want to go, then don’t go,” Yan Jinge shrugged. “It’s not a big deal anyway.”

Song Zhengjun: “…”

Song Zhengjun’s mouth twitched.

-He said that, but the way Yan Jinge looked at him was completely different from before. Now, his eyes were full of soothing comfort and understanding… He didn’t look like he thought Song Zhengjun was healthy at all!

Song Zhengjun felt terrible.

With a sour face, he gave a cold snort and pulled Yan Jinge by the wrist toward the exit of the alley. “Stop overthinking things,” he said crossly. “I’m not sick at all.”

Yan Jinge replied, “Right, right, right. You’re not sick.”

Song Zhengjun’s previous expression and gaze had indeed been a bit off. Although he wasn’t sure where the negative emotions came from, sick people always liked to say they weren’t sick.

He knew the drill.

Song Zhengjun: “…”

Song Zhengjun tightened his grip on Yan Jinge’s wrist.

I’m so mad! I’m so mad!!!

The summer night breeze carried a hint of sweltering heat. Combined with the crowds of pedestrians around them, the air seemed even thicker.

With Song Zhengjun’s face dark, the two of them remained silent the entire way. After walking for a while, Yan Jinge began to sweat, but Song Zhengjun stubbornly refused to let go of his hand.

After another stretch, Song Zhengjun seemingly couldn’t take it anymore either. He finally called the driver over and took Yan Jinge straight home.

As they entered the house, a wave of cool air hit them.

Yan Jinge let out a soft sigh of relief. He raised his arm to run his fingers through his damp hair, looking a bit disgusted with himself. “I’m going to shower first.”

“Okay,” Song Zhengjun responded.

He watched Yan Jinge’s back as he entered the bathroom. Remembering something, his expression softened slightly. He sneakily took the items hidden in the TV cabinet drawer into the bedroom, then acted as if nothing had happened as he entered another bathroom to shower.

Yan Jinge was a bit faster.

After finishing his shower and blow-drying his hair, he leaned against the headboard and opened his phone.

In just that short amount of time, the messages in the Avengers Group had already hit 99+.

Clearly, these people were having a heated discussion.

Yan Jinge clicked in and scrolled up. He found that he didn’t even know what the previous topic was, but now these kids were actually starting to fantasize about different ways for Yi Haotian to die.

It was a bit brutal.

Yan Jinge filtered out those messages and scrolled further up.

“If you ask me, since Yi Haotian thinks with his crotch so much, why be a celebrity? He might as well be a gigolo. The result would be the same as it is now, and he’d actually get paid. Heh.”

“Hahaha, sister, you’re a legend!”

“…Speaking of which, I was with Yi Haotian for so long, and I paid for every single hotel room! It’s like I hired a gigolo, except I actually put feelings into it! *Cries hysterically*.”

“Sigh, who hasn’t been there…”

“Raising my hand here. The haute couture he wore on the red carpet was bought with the money I saved for a whole year… He insisted on only drinking Evian. One time I was walking in the park with him and went into a roadside shop because I was thirsty. I bought a three-yuan bottle of water, and he refused to drink it, saying it was beneath his status. It pissed me off so much; he’s such a poser. Actually, posing is one thing, but insisting on posing when you have no money is the most fatal flaw.”

As everyone chatted, they realized just how much they had been screwed over by Yi Haotian back then.

“…I used to think he and I were in a real relationship. I was immersed in the idea of dating such a handsome man every day, so I was willing to give him anything. Now that I think about it, was I just a backup simp? I didn’t even get to sleep with him? I spent so much money; I got totally ripped off!”
“I suddenly have a question. Has anyone here ever received a gift from Yi Haotian?”

“Not me, anyway.”

“Nope.”

Yan Jinge raised an eyebrow, gaining a new appreciation for just how much of a scumbag Yi Haotian was.

He casually sent an emoji into the chat.

Seeing Yan Jinge’s return, the group-which had been slowly cooling down-instantly became lively again.

“Ah, Yan Jinge is back.”

“Jinge, we’ve discussed and come up with a few plans. Why don’t you take a look and see what you think?”

Yan Jinge hadn’t expected them to have plans ready already. Intrigued, he replied, “Sure.”

A file was sent to Yan Jinge’s phone.

He opened it and found that these people were quite meticulous; they had written down every factor that needed to be considered.

After thinking for a moment, he said, “Someone has already taken care of the video from the restaurant, so we don’t need to worry about that. As for the other plans, I think they’re all pretty good. Let’s just go ahead with them.”

“Someone already stepped in? Who? Is there another lost brother or sister out there who hasn’t been added to the group yet?”

Everyone was incredibly curious and began asking one after another.

Yan Jinge fell silent. Just then, he heard movement at the door. He looked at Song Zhengjun, who was drying his hair with a towel as he walked into the room. Pursing his lips, Yan Jinge typed: “My boyfriend.”

“???”

“?????????”

“Fine, I’ll just swallow this bowl of dog food.”

“It’s so good to see Jinge move on from that relationship. QUQ. Honestly, whenever I think about what Yi Haotian did before, I feel sick and disgusted.”

“So the way to forget one relationship really is to start another? Lesson learned.”

“What are you looking at?” Song Zhengjun climbed onto the edge of the bed and asked nonchalantly.

Without holding anything back, Yan Jinge showed his screen to Song Zhengjun. “The others are planning to team up against Yi Haotian.”

Song Zhengjun glanced at it and gave a low grunt of affirmation. “Don’t worry about the aftermath. I’m here,” he said carelessly. “Besides, Yi Haotian won’t be jumping around for much longer.”

Yan Jinge was stunned. “What do you mean?”

Although Yi Haotian had previously experienced a playboy scandal where his multiple affairs were exposed, he had successfully white-washed his image. Most people thought it was just a publicity stunt, so he still didn’t have any major stains on his reputation.

Among all the trending stars, Yi Haotian was at the height of his popularity.

His acting was passable, his singing was decent, and he had a few dramas and singles under his belt. He had actual work and achievements to back him up. If he continued developing at this rate, his career would soon reach the next level.

Unless he couldn’t keep it in his pants and started looking for others again.

But the ‘sleeping with fans’ scandal wasn’t actually a fatal blow. This was because… some fans even felt that being able to sleep with their idol was a good thing. Therefore, even if the restaurant recording was proven to be fake, as long as Yi Haotian’s manager handled it properly-combined with the speed at which the public forgets once their attention is diverted-the matter wouldn’t cause much of a splash.

Song Zhengjun let out a low chuckle, leaned into Yan Jinge’s ear, and whispered something.

Yan Jinge froze. “…Really? Then he truly made a wrong move there.”

“Mm.” Song Zhengjun’s eyes flicked toward the underside of the pillow. “Forget about him. Want to watch a movie?”

…Watch a movie?

Was it the kind of ‘movie’ he was thinking of?

So suddenly?

However, the two of them had been together for a while now, and they were both adults. Watching one didn’t seem like a big deal.

Yan Jinge’s heart rate picked up slightly, and his long eyelashes fluttered.

He whispered, “Okay.”

Yan Jinge opened his phone, said goodnight in the group, and then tossed the device aside.

He adjusted his posture, leaning slightly against Song Zhengjun. “Let’s watch.”

Song Zhengjun pressed a button.

A projection screen rose opposite the bed and began playing an artistic romance film.

Yan Jinge watched the opening. He felt like this ‘movie’ wasn’t quite what he had imagined. But perhaps this scene was just the setup? Maybe as the plot progressed, the protagonist would be drugged by a group of men in black, dragged into a factory, and then subjected to this and that?

Or maybe the protagonist and a classmate would head into a restroom for a quickie?

Still, the prelude for movies in this world was a bit too long, wasn’t it?

You wouldn’t make much money like this.

Yan Jinge thought to himself, yet he felt too embarrassed to ask Song Zhengjun when the main event would start. It would make it seem like he was particularly impatient. Yan Jinge forced himself to keep his emotions in check as he watched for a while, only to discover…

This really was just an artistic film.

Simple and plain. Two protagonists falling in love.

They were shy about holding hands, and even a kiss required them to blush for ages by the light of a flickering candle.

Yan Jinge: “…”

…I waited all this time, and this is it???

Heh.

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The author has something to say:

QUQ, my little darlings staying up late, let me see your hands!

I counted, and it seems I owe 15 chapters of updates… Starting to make them up now QUQ. This chapter is the normal update for the 85th. QUQ